I left Corporate America four years ago to be a stay-at-home mom. It is the most rewarding, fulfilling, and frustrating job I’ve ever had.
I started a blog because I have a serious lack of adult interaction. This is a great way to get my thoughts out, and practice talking to people who are older than age four. Please enjoy my rantings about the life of a stay-at-home mom.
And remember, everyone looks better with a few shades of crazy on their faces.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I reached a whole new level of public humiliation today. I took my daughter to Aldi.

Do you remember that scene in Norma Rae when the cops are trying to get Sally Field into the police car?

That was me trying to get Georgia into a shopping cart, with one notable difference. My daughter screams a hell of a lot louder than Sally Field, and definitely attracted more attention.

I was in for a real treat because it was a two-part tantrum. She not only embarrassed me at the store, but when I took her out of her car seat at home, she sat her little butt down in the driveway and refused to come in the house. Imagine me yelling and Georgia screaming. This prompted my neighbor across the street to come outside and ask, “Is everyone okay over there?” Great.

I told Eric that I was never taking his daughter to the store again. Ever. . . Okay, maybe when she’s like 18, but not a moment sooner.